Super Master System

The representative who has the strength and no brain can not even see that his deputy hall master has been posted with a puppet symbol, and foolishly enters the trap set by the ancient clock.

In fact, if the time is delayed, it is estimated that the blood withered hands will find the octopus hand strange, but he has just experienced a series of things that made him crazy, such as the killing of his disciple.

The blood-stained hand only wanted to make the people behind the scenes pay the price of blood, so as soon as the octopus hand raised his attention, the blood-stained hand immediately agreed. He did not expect that this would be Gu Zhong's conspiracy.

"You guys! Who the **** is it!" Seeing that all of the men he brought with him were all killed, his **** hands let out an anger, and a cloud of blood mist was released towards Wang Xingkong.

After nearly ten minutes of tricks, he knew the strength of the person in front of him, his swordsmanship was very good, and his moves were unpredictable. It is not easy to get him out of the way for a while.

Sure enough, Wang Xingkong easily drew dozens of sword auras in the air, and then resolved the **** hand attack.

This time, the blood withered hands finally turned around, recognizing that he was not Wang Xingkong's opponent, and stopped taking the initiative to attack, standing still.

He didn't make any more moves, and Wang Xingkong didn't move, because he knew that Gu Zhong didn't seem to want to kill the person in front of him, otherwise he would not have been standing on the tree watching the show.

At this time, Xue Hantang's sight was also locked to Gu Zhong, and the murder in his eyes became more and more intense.

He knew in his heart that the person on the tree was the instructor of this group of people, maybe the octopus was hurt by him!

Just at the door of my house, more than a hundred disciples were killed, and under my nose, five leaders were killed. It was really unbearable!

"Huh!"

Under the clenched fists, a gurgling blood stream spread out, revealing evil spirits.

"Hey."

"Your opponent is me!"

Seeing that Wang Xingkong had been staring at the ancient clock with his **** hands, he suddenly felt uncomfortable. Is it a weapon to fight with him? Fighting is still distracting, so he started too lightly?

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lao Zhao, Tang Wu and others also speeded up the harvesting speed, and everything they passed was killed by one move.

Before coming, the head commanded, and later, all the demon martial artists brought by the blood withered hands will be strangled.

So all they can do is to let them have no chance to escape!

The few remaining Xuekutang disciples had long been frightened by the one-sided situation in front of them, and saw that their own hall master was also deeply trapped in the enemy camp, and there was no desire to survive.

In front of the disciples of the Cangshan faction, who was like a broken bamboo, fell to the ground like a pig.

"Tsk tsk, kind of smart, knowing that you can die if you don't resist."

Ye Huan put away the magic circle with satisfaction, the real murder was invisible, and no blood was spilled.

Gu Zhong always watched from the wall, and murmured: "It takes half an hour to solve it, and the efficiency is not bad."

However, Gu Zhong knew that this was done under the premise that Wang Xingkong held the blood withered hands.

Otherwise, the blood withered hand would be able to stop most of the disciples of the Cangshan Sect, and those of the blood withered hall disciples would not lose their will, and would not even have the slightest idea of ​​resisting.

In fact, the reason why they didn't resist was more than that. Cangshan sent his disciples to make quick moves, and the strength they showed was higher than the average strength of their rank.

It really doesn't seem to be a decent style. They have automatically regarded the Cangshan Sect as other magic powers that have competed with them, such as the power behind Leiyun Villa that the hall master initially suspected.

The world of martial arts, especially the unreasonable evil ways, destroy you if you want to destroy you, there is no reason at all, and it can only be regarded as bad luck if it is carried in the hands of the more powerful demon.

It's a coincidence that the blood withered hands and his disciple thought to go together, but! He is not the same as his disciples. Even though he is a Demon Dao, he is also a hall master in charge of thousands of disciples.

Being targeted by a stronger magical way, he will not give up, he must fight the opponent to the end, and being able to kill the opponent alone is considered to have done his part as the hall master.

There are still octopuses in the Fazheng Sect. After a few years of development, they will always turn over!

For his own life and death, the blood withered hands has been very light.

If Gu Zhong knew what he was thinking, he would be moved... laughed out loud, then patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him: "Don't worry, brother, I won't let you die."

"As for the disciples you brought...you don't want to be a puppet in front of them..."

The big villain in the TV series has always told us a truth, only the dead can't speak, not to mention that Gu Zhong is not a villain, these disciples of the blood withered hall are.

The disciples were wiped out one by one, the **** hands still stood still, but the blood-red streamer gathered in the fists became stronger.

"Are you using the energy-storing martial arts?" Wang Xingkong said without a trace of emotion.

Was discovered? It doesn't matter, because he has already charged up!

"tread!"

The blood withered hands suddenly turned around, slammed the fist that condensed the violent blood red power, angrily said: "You all go to the disciples of this hall master, and bury it!"

boom!

The blood withered hand blasted into the void.

Huhu!

The squally wind rose suddenly and the evil spirit spread.

I only saw a huge blood-red fist appearing out of thin air at the place bombarded by the blood withered hands, blasting towards the Cangshan dispatch disciple behind him.

He didn't have the time to fight Wang Xingkong alone. He had to use the magic technique of burning blood to accumulate energy to wipe out all the enemies behind him and avenge his disciples! Also make the enemy pay!

"Huh!"

The blood-red fist, which was condensed by blood over five meters high, was like a hill, swept in close to the wind, strong power erupted, and a ditch was suddenly formed wherever it passed.

The disciple of the Cangshan faction who had just finished licking the bag looked back and saw that a **** hill came oncoming, and his expression changed greatly.

Especially Ye Huan, who almost vomited, hid behind Tang Wu with extreme discomfort.

brush!

Tang Wu took a step forward, and the blue shield stood in front of him.

court death!

The blood withered hands sneered.

The martial skill that he had accumulated for a long time was enough to destroy a mountain. That guy wanted to block it with an ordinary shield. It was naive.

"Boom!"

The blood-red fist hit the shield directly. In the next second, as if some mechanism had been triggered, a dazzling blue light bounced on the shield.

The eyes of the blood withered hands gradually widened, and his eyes were horrified!

boom----

In the end, the fist that looked like a small mountain slammed into the blue shield, and a wave of yin and evil air filled it.

Tang Wu held the blue shield and resisted all the bursting power. Of course, he himself took a dozen steps back because of this, and the palm of his hand holding the Blu-ray Shield directly cracked a few shocking cracks.

A mouthful of blood came out and fell into Ye Huan's arms.

"Ma!"

"Old Tang, don't die!" Ye Huan shouted, ignoring the blood that Tang Wu vomited on him.